Down on Bowery they lose their ball-eyes and their lip-mouths in the night, and stumbling through the streets they say, \"Sir, do you got a light?\" And if you do then you're my friend, And if you don't then you're my foe, And if you are a deity of any sort then please don't go.
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas
And down on Lexington they're wearing new shoes stuck to aging feet, And close your eyes and open, And you'll recognize the aging street, And think about how things were right When they were young and veins were tight And if you are the ghost of Christmas Past then won’t you stay the night?
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas
Down in Bronxy-Bronx the kids go sledding down snow-covered slopes And frozen noses, frozen toes The frozen city starts to glow And yes, they know that it'll melt And yes, the know New York will thaw But if you are a friend of any sort then play along and catch a cold!
Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas Ne Me Quitte Pas, Mon Chere Ne Me Quitte Pas
I love Paris in the rain. I love, I love, in the rain...